me
ik you're asleep rn but we just landed
i'm breathing the same intoxicated air as u now 😁
seen
san
wait oh my god
hi??
welcome???
dude idk
me
thank you your honour i am just SO flattered
san
shut up i didn't know what else to say
me
help why
san
u could be my fucking neighbour rn
pause u could be my fucking neighbour rn?!%|*{>
me
well i'm not
sorry man
san
how would u know
me
didn't u say u live in ur uni dorm
san
oh
oh yeah
true that
me
you're stupid
san
fuck off
wyd rn tho
me
it's seven in the morning what do u think
san
knowing u that could mean anything
but how did u sleep?
me
i didn't 😇
san
jet lag or the usual?
me
a bit of both
mostly the second tho
i chose to visit cus i wanted to ofc but being here again has rly made me remember how not fun it can be sometimes
san
i'm rly sorry woo
ur seeing yunho tho soon aren't u? him and mingi were on call last night and ik he's super excited to see u
so atm it might seem like u came here just for crap but it'll get better i'm sure of it
me
u always know exactly what to say don't u?
all jokes from before aside i'm rly glad to be finally meeting u in person
san
mhm me too
bet i'm still the side bitch tho huh 😕
me
forever the side bitch mf
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the second his friends' door is swung open for him, wooyoung barges into their apartment. unlike jacob's expectations, he doesn't marvel over how luxurious the complex is and instead, sprawls himself, face first, onto the fine sofa grandly situated in their sitting room.
locking the door behind him, jacob raises an eyebrow. "you good over there?"
wooyoung groans dramatically at those words, the sound muffled by the thick stuffing of the furniture, before tilting his head up at his friend. "san's coming over."
"so why are you here, shouldn't you be at—"
"did you really think i'd let him visit my parents' home?" wooyoung makes a face at the mere thought. "exactly — no. so we're meeting here, instead, hope you don't mind."
"i see your parents aren't the only ones you leave out of your plans," jacob mutters.
wooyoung just blinks at him. "i don't care. his friends are coming over, too, by the way. ah, and yunho!"
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SING ME TO SLEEP, woosan
Fanfiction"... sing to me? what- like, sing me to sleep?" "unless that's too corny for you, that's exactly what i'm offering." in which jung wooyoung suffers with insomnia and relies on an anonymous singer on instagram to make his nights a little less lonely...
